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EmThey crossed over the border the Dhour before Emdawn DMoving in lines through the Cmaj7day
GMost of our planes were destDroyed on the ground where they Amlay EmWaiting for orders we Dheld in the Emwood
DWord from the front never cCmaj7ame By Gevening the sound of the Dgunfire was miles aAmway
EAh softly we move through the shadows, slip aFmaj7way through the trees CErossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hFmaj7ands and our knees
C And all that I Gever, C was able to Gsee E Am G Fmaj7 G Fmaj7 Em The fire in the air, glowing red, silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back Dthrough the UkrEmaine SmolDensk and Viasma soon Cmaj7fell
By Gautumn we stood with our Dbacks to the town of OrAmel EmCloser and closer to DMoscow they Emcome
DRiding the wind like a Cmaj7bell GGeneral Guderian Dstands at the crest of the Amhill
E Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of Fmaj7mud filled the roads EGlueing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the Fmaj7sky filled with snow
C And all that I Gever, C was able to Gsee E The fire in the Amair glowing rGed, silhouFmaj7etting the Gsnow on the bFmaj7reeze.
AmAhhhh, Gahhhh, Fmaj7ahhhhh x4 Am G Fmaj7 In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
Am G
Fmaj7 Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger
And Amfar away behind their lines the Gpartisans are stirring in the Fmaj7 forest
Coming unexpAmectedly upon their Goutposts growing like a Fmaj7promise You'll never Amknow, you'll never know which way to Gturn, which way to look
you'll never Fmaj7see us As we're Amstealing through the blackness of the Gnight, you'll never know
you'll never Fmaj7hear us And the Gevening sings in a Fmaj7voice of amber the Edawn is surely Fmaj7coming
G Fmaj7 E Fmaj7
Em The morning road leads to Stalingrad and the sky is, softly humming Two broken tigers on Dfire in the Emnight
DFlicker their souls to the Cmaj7wind We Gwait in the lines for the Dfinal approach to beAmgin
It's been Emalmost four years that I've Dcarried a Emgun At Dhome it will almost be Cmaj7spring
The Gflames of the tigers are Dlighting the road to BerAmlin EAh, quickly we move through the ruins that Fmaj7bow to the ground
The Eold men and children they throw out to face us, they Fmaj7can't slow us down
C And all that I Gever, C was able to Gsee E The eyes of the Amcity are Gopening Fmaj7now it's the Gend of the Fmaj7dream
AmAhhh, Gahhh, Fmaj7ahhh x4 Am G Fmaj7 I'm coming home, I'm coming home, you can taste it in the wind the war is over
Am G
Fmaj7 And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border
Am G
Fmaj7 And they ask me of the time I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
Am G
Fmaj7 They only held me for a day a lucky break, I say, they turn and listen closer
I'll never Amknow, I'll never know why I was Gtaken from the line and all the oFmaj7thers
To Amboard a special train and journey Gdeep into the heart of holy Fmaj7Russia G Fmaj7 E Fmaj7 And it's cold and damp in the transit camp and the air is still and sullen
The Gpale sun of OcFmaj7tober whispers the Esnow will soon be Fmaj7coming And I Gwonder when I'll beFmaj7 home again, and the Emorning answers, Fmaj7never
And the Gevening sighs and the Fmaj7steely Russian Eskies go on Fmaj7 F